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February 25, 2011

My Princess

She was born with a tiara, that’s what I say about my Emmy. She is maybe the girliest girl in the whole wide world. And I have no idea where she got it from. I was more like Grace when I was little, always Going! And Doing! And I certainly wasn’t girly; I spent my childhood wearing the knees out of my jeans and my teenage years in giant hoodies.

She is not me though, thank goodness, she is very much herself. And she is wonderful, magnificent really at just Being. She is calm, quiet, shy, and princessy. She is creative, patient, loving and expressive, and she is a dreamer. For two hours she sat at my feet the other day, creating cards, trinkets and love notes. Mostly silent, with nothing but paper, scissors a pencil and some glue, she poured herself into making things for other people. Taking her time, with her heart and hands, she put Love and words on paper. She is such a giver.

She inspires me. My little Princess has taught me so much about what it means to be a girl. She exudes femininity. She inherently knows how to just be herself, and just be loved. She honors her own beauty, posses it really. And she honors mine. With slight glances, hinted grins and love notes, she gives out a beautiful sweetness and light that I am still learning about.

I think I could wax poetic all day about patience and beauty and creating and pouring oneself out. I could go all metaphorical about the window and mirror that she is. I could list endlessly the ways she has blessed me, write pages of what she has taught me. Instead I will just say- Thank you Emma, for being you.

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My Princess

She was born with a tiara, that’s what I say about my Emmy. She is maybe the girliest girl in the whole wide world. And I have no idea where she got it from. I was more like Grace when I was little, always Going! And Doing! And I certainly wasn’t girly; I spent my childhood wearing the knees out of my jeans and my teenage years in giant hoodies.

She is not me though, thank goodness, she is very much herself. And she is wonderful, magnificent really at just Being. She is calm, quiet, shy, and princessy. She is creative, patient, loving and expressive, and she is a dreamer. For two hours she sat at my feet the other day, creating cards, trinkets and love notes. Mostly silent, with nothing but paper, scissors a pencil and some glue, she poured herself into making things for other people. Taking her time, with her heart and hands, she put Love and words on paper. She is such a giver.

She inspires me. My little Princess has taught me so much about what it means to be a girl. She exudes femininity. She inherently knows how to just be herself, and just be loved. She honors her own beauty, posses it really. And she honors mine. With slight glances, hinted grins and love notes, she gives out a beautiful sweetness and light that I am still learning about.

I think I could wax poetic all day about patience and beauty and creating and pouring oneself out. I could go all metaphorical about the window and mirror that she is. I could list endlessly the ways she has blessed me, write pages of what she has taught me. Instead I will just say- Thank you Emma, for being you.